Meek Mill – Bust Down (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh, keepin’ the driller, I walk in the dealer
I’m ’bout to go ham with my young niggas (word)
You know the rule, if you see me in traffic
Don’t dap me, you know I don’t fuck with you (word)
Rollin’ with Nicki and we in the ‘Bach and she hit it
‘Cause I brought the drugs with us (word)
You know I’m fresh out the slums, nigga (slums, nigga)
I know it never was love, nigga (woo)
I’m in the trenches, I’m hangin’ with killers
An’ robbers an’ all of the drug dealers (hitter)
We in the section, we plottin’ on takin’ your chain
When you leave out the club, nigga (stick ’em)
Show no mercy like a lago ([?])
Ain’t no money, ain’t no convo (convo)
Get your bitch some Louboutins, though
In the back, hit it with the combo (hey-ya)
Bust down, bust down (bust down)
Meek Milly back, like, what now? (what now?)
Bitches that fronted way back in the day
All on the kid like, “What up now?” (up now?)
I’m like, “What’s up now?” (sup, bitch?)
Fuck with that lame an’ you stuck now (stuck now)
Bulletproof all in the truck now (truck now)
Promethazine in my cup now (cup now)
When you be poppin’, these niggas dick ridin’
An’ pretty bitches want to fuck now (woo)
I’m up now (up now), I guess its love now (love now)
I guess its all cool (all cool), dope in the dog food (dog food)
Lamborghini got her pussy wet, call it a carpool (whoa)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Put some respect on my name
They got me feeling like Baby
Diamonds, they on me, go crazy
Saint Laurent on me, so wavy
Fucking in around, we ain’t fucking around
I can’t fuck with these niggas, they shady
I know you are [??] for [??]
I know the jeweller who made it (who made it)
Frauds, I know these niggas gon’ talk about ’em (yeah yeah)
We gettin’ money, they talk about it (yeah yeah)
We never ever gon’ talk about it (yeah yeah)
We only trapping and talking dollars
Wait, wait, wait, I’m tryna flip it, get all the profits (flip it)
I have this bitch named [??]
I told that nigga I’m sorry about it
Shawty popping in a dog filter
I’m a dog, I’m a dog nigga (yeah)
I’m a shooter, I don’t call niggas (what)
On the D’Usse like Wall nigga
[??] hit her with the woooh
In the Wraith, stars in the roof
Light her up like Pikachu
In the Ghost, playing Peak-a-boo
Wait, wait, wait, niggas can’t figure me out, hey
I got this dick in her [??], hey
I keep a brick in the couch, hey
Sit on that shit in a drought, hey
Tell her [??] them out, hey
Stack it up, bag it up, add it up, [??], we shipping it out

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Ho’ up, my lil’ bitch want some new Chucks
Suck up, suck on that dick, baby
Suck it, suck it ’til you get the hiccups
Ha, look at the wrist
Drift on that dick and get you hiccups
Hop out the back
Hop out like uno dos tres
Hah, bitch, I’m back
Popping them perc by the thirties
She say I taste like a pimp
I say [??] she want [??]
Jump out that bitch from the back
Slurp, baby, slurp, baby, slurp
Slurp it up until you burp
Rihanna, Rihanna, work, work, work, work
We popping bubblegums, we popping bubblegums (yeah yeah yeah)
We popping bubblegums, (yeah yeah yeah)
We pop like bubblegums
It’s our year now
We popping bublegums
We coming ’round for some
You know you want some
He ain’t know we keep going down, I’ma keep going, never never never
Never let ’em have it, never let ’em have it
[??], never let ’em have it
[??], see this shit
Now I’m freezed though, give me hiccups
Jewellery [??]
Lost a mil’, got it right back, nigga, please believe us

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Brr, homicide, got a new Ferrari with the frog eyes on ’em (uh, brr)
Slim, thick bitch, big titties with some nice thighs on ’em (uh, brr)
Fuck with me, treat you like the street nigga, we gon’ ride on ’em
I’m a megastrar in a foreign car, baby, slip and slide on you
No we not selfish, did that [??] you can’t melt this
I hop out the [?] and they tailless
I pass a mill’ [??] damn quick
Lil’ mama say she won’t suck dick
Lil’ mama just want some new kicks
All of my bitches, they bad bitches
Your bitch wishin’ she was a bad bitch